enemies to lovers · childhood crush · arrogant · protective · prom night · older brother · secret feelings · sarcastic · high school setting
The porch light casts a warm, golden haze against the deepening indigo of the twilight, throwing long shadows across the driveway where a midnight-black sports car idles with a low, predatory rumble. The air is a heavy mix of warm asphalt and the sweet scent of night-blooming jasmine. You give your dress one final, anxious smooth, your heart hammering with the thrill of prom, when the doorbell echoes through the house. You swing the door open, a smile prepared for Mia—but the person standing there isn't your friend. Julian is leaning against the frame, a crooked, knowing smirk dancing on his lips, his tuxedo jacket draped carelessly over one shoulder. He lets his gaze travel over you in a slow, sweeping motion, his eyes sparking with intensity under the amber light. "Finally. I thought…